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Mutant High Episode 1- "An Xtra Curricular Activity"
Chapter 3

Rogue had become very quiet, speaking only to instruct Jean on the proper use of the gym equipment. Jean, anxious to work her powers (and take her mind off of Rogue's distant behavior) decided to practice lifting weights not with her arms, but her mind. Dr. Xavier had suggested to her that she try and see how much strain she could put on herself, so she could gain a better idea of the current range of her powers.

Jean always found her telekinesis easier to use if she mimed it with her hands. When she wanted to lift something, she'd direct her arm toward it, and clutch her hand slowly. It helped her to focus on doing what she needed to accomplish.

She focused on the weight pin, directing it to the 170 plates with her finger. So far, her mental strength had far exceeded her physical. Rogue jogged on the treadmill beside her, metal music blasting in her headphones.

Smiling, Dr. Xavier wheeled over to the pair.

"Hey, Dr. Xavier," Jean managed as she directed the weights upward with her hands.

"Jean, I would like to apologize."

Jean slowly settled the weights. "For what?" She asked, directing her attention to the bald headed man.

"I was quick to throw you into training with Rogue, and I feel that it wasn't fair of me to expect you would be completely comfortable with it."

Jean smiled. "Hey, it was no big deal. Sure, it hurt a lot, but… you know. A little pain isn't that bad."

"I'm not talking about the physical pain, Jean. I just assumed that you would be comfortable having your memories exposed to a person you've only known less than an hour,"

Jean raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

Dr. Xavier chuckled. "Jean, may we step aside?" Jean nodded. Rogue was staring directly out the window, music blaring. She wouldn't notice her absence.

As they walked, Dr. Xavier continued. "It seems that Rogue has chosen to omit the details of her power. And you, as a target of them, have a right to know." He inhaled and exhaled deeply. "Rogue can absorb mutations, but that is not all she takes. The pain you feel is her absorbing your energy. She absorbs personality traits, memories. If she had held on too long, you would have fallen unconscious. Much longer that that, and you may have been killed."

Jean was upset by this point. This girl could have killed her, but didn't feel the need to say anything.

But what had really gotten Jean was the part about memories. Rogue had taken her memories. She could relieve that kiss with Scott, the night she shaved her head, all the pain that the breakup had put her through. She had exposed Jean. She had taken her every emotion.

"Rogue cannot control this power," Dr. Xavier continued. "It is automatically activated during skin-to-skin contact. Because of this, I have her train with other mutants. So she can practice trying to control it."

Jean snapped back to attention. "I get it, Dr. Xavier. It's fine. Thank you for telling me."

Dr. Xavier put a hand on her shoulder. "I'm glad you are okay, Jean. I do think that I will have to have a little talk with her a bit later." Jean snickered falsely. There was an awkward silence.

"I'm going to get back to the machines, Professor," she told him. He nodded and she turned.

Jean was furious. This random girl suddenly had become her- and she had let it happen. She could have read her mind, she could have known. She stepped onto the treadmill far away from Rogue, ready to stand alone with her thoughts.

She watched outside. Remy and Ororo stood facing each other on opposite sides of the pool. Remy held a tennis ball in each hand. Grinning his characteristic mischievous grin, he held the balls in front of him. With a quick and showy spin, he threw them both at Ororo.

Ororo was ready to defend the attack. Arms outstretched, her eyes glazed over with a foggy white. The trees swayed, and the closed umbrella of the poolside table shook. A heavy breeze was picking up, the snow on the ground whirling in circles. Ororo's curly white hair whipped against her face. The tennis balls were caught in the gale, hurtled into an upwards spiral. They spun for a bit until they crashed into each other, popping with an unexpected explosion. Ororo's eyes returned to their characteristic blue. Remy smiled merrily.

"Hey," Scott said, as he stepped onto the treadmill next to her. Jean sighed. The last thing she needed. "Hey, she acknowledged, still focused on the sparring outdoors.

"I haven't talked with you in a while," Scott said as he began to jog. "I know," Jean said flatly. "Seems like forever."

"So how've you been?"

Terrible. "Okay. You?"

"Pretty good. I like your hair. It looks good short."

Jean's anger melted a bit at the compliment. "Thanks."

There was silence for a while. Jean focused on the burning in her legs as her feet crashed repeatedly against the conveyer belt. She found herself watching the sparring outside once again. He Remy had bent over to stretch his back. The outline of his muscles showed lightly through his clothes.

He certainly wasn't unattractive. Hell, he was very handsome. If Jean didn't know him, she'd very well be attracted to him. His hair was short and brown. He had long sideburns. A slight beard. Multiple piercing in both ears. And stunning red eyes.

"I've missed you. Really," He told her. Jean was silent, until she realized Scott was looking at her. She looked into his eyes. There was honesty.

"I've missed you too. I really didn't want us to have a bad breakup," she said. "I'm sorry I haven't kept in touch." Great. Now she was rambling.

"No big," Scott told her, smiling widely. "It's just that, it's been a couple of months since we've last talked. I'd love to catch up with you." He paused. "Wanna go out for lunch this weekend?"

Jean almost tripped and flew off the treadmill. But she managed not to. She smiled at Scott. It felt like the first smile she had given all day.

"I'd love to."